KIRA
The past few hours have been eventful. I’ve gone through the different stages of shock and disbelief, so much so that at some point I ran out of expressions on my face. The ‘all powerful witch’ Dahlia said that I’m the reincarnated child of a supernatural folklore and I had vampire and werewolf blood flowing in my veins.
Never would I have thought that when I was bought, all roads would lead to this supposed prophecy. I don’t believe it. I refuse to believe it. I’m still surprised I haven’t entirely freaked out and I’m taking the news quite well.
There’s no way I can be part vampire and part werewolf. My parents were human before they were murdered and there was never any indication that either one of them was a supernatural creature. If they were, they wouldn’t have been murdered in the woods like that.
After we had left Dahlia’s box-I mean ‘portable’ library, she promised to contact someone named Ellemea who was more knowledgeable than she was.
KIRA My ‘quarters’ was on the last floor of the castle. The castle was well lit with candles on all sides of the foyer. It was a busy afternoon: servants and various members of staff were doing one thing or the other-some were cleaning the main living room, some were carrying laundry, others were making phone calls while some were carrying utensils and food items. They didn’t acknowledge our presence as Zander nudged me up the metal stairwell. He didn’t speak as I put one foot in front of the other, making the trip to the last floor of the castle. With a castle as grand as this, they should really think of investing in an elevator. Long ass stairs may mean nothing to vampires but I’m a human who has not exercised in a really long time. I was never really athletic to start with so this was more like a marathon. Once we got to the last floor, I was breathing heavily and panting. My chest felt constricted and I was no doubt going to pass out. Zander did not utte
“Wait, so she dies?” I whispered in disbelief. “After going through hell? That’s unfair.”“Sometimes movies don’t end like how we envisioned, just like life,” Emily shrugged. Emily and I had been watching this movie for two hours straight and it was gripping, but it had a silly ending. She closed her laptop shut and lay down on the available pillow.“By the way, Emily?”“Hmm?”“Thank you for the underwear,” I blushed lightly. “I saw them in the drawer earlier.”She looks at me in confusion. “I haven’t been in the castle in a while. I only came here to see Dante since it’s the weekend. I’m usually at the Witches’ Academy.”If she didn’t do it then who did?“So if you didn’t do it, then who did?”“My brother,” she said simply. “Mind showing me where they are?&r
Zander briefed me about what had been going on when I was away. I was only gone for four hours and my kingdom had already been ruffled by another death. The wolves had murdered one of my best guards, Sage, while he was patrolling the border. I had tightened security around that area so as to keep external enemies at bay but my men are now dropping like flies. I was sad, more so, I was angry, not just because he was one of my best men, but he had a mate, Helena. It is said that vampires find their mate only once in their lifetime and he finally found his. They’ve been together for as long as I can remember and I can’t possibly imagine how she must be feeling. “Has Helena been informed of this unfortunate circumstances?” I asked. Zander nodded and handed me a file as I approached my throne room. The lights were dim, just like how I liked it, and it smelled like fresh coated paint. The servants must have done as I instructed. “Are these the pictures?” I to
DANTE The Council consisted of the five vampire elders of the North American Kingdom. Before my brothers and I became rulers of our independent kingdoms, they, in conjunction with Ambrose, where the ones in charge of the vampires before the takeover of the world. They presided over judgements relating to eering vampires, preserved the vampire laws of the land and where called during periods of emergency in the Kingdom. As the King, I have power, but it’s not absolute. Some of my decisions had to be approved by the Council before they can be executed. They were powerful and supposedly wise vampires who had been turned long before my brothers and I. They were the original vampires of North America and where the ones who birthed the idea of taking over the world. Ambrose and the Malvado brought the idea into fruition. The meeting was scheduled for the evening like I ordered. I had taken Zander’s advice and gotten sufficient ‘rest’ ahead of this big day. I
DANTE Akbar and Kentrell grunted at being reprimanded and narrowed their eyes at me without saying a word. Ambrose gave me an encouraging nod and I continued. “Thank you, Father. I would admit it, yes, we lost one of our own again in a rather unfortunate manner. I was going to bring it to the council's attention later on, but since the cat has been let out of the bag, we might as well make it the first priority in our agenda.” “Go ahead, then,” Dorothea obliged. She was another elder in the Council and the oldest female amongst us. She was a woman of few words, but when she did speak, wisdom flowed out of her mouth like a river. She was calmer and thought about things more rationally than Kentrell and Akbar. “Sage, one of my guards was murdered in what we suspect to be a ritualistic attack.” I directed Zander to hand the members the files which contained the pictorial evidence of the death. Their reactions were unreadable but a gasp emitted from Dorothe
DANTE“That’s two dead vampires and one dead Alpha,” Iris shook her head. “I don’t know about you, my Lord, but we are the ones with more casualties. We definitely can’t be silent and watch as more of our own drop like flies. We have to do something about that or else we may risk the wolves threatening our territorial integrity.”“I agree with you completely which is why I believe a retaliation is absolutely necessary. Such killings of one of our own should not go unpunished.”Kentrell bobbed his shaved head in agreement. “Spoken like a true King, Akbar. A war is a necessary evil given the circumstances.”“Your Graces,” Ambrose said. “I don’t think we should be too rash in coming up with such a drastic decision. Remember the Meritian War?”They all nodded. “Yes, I believe we won that war,” Iris said.“But at what cost
KIRA “Kira,” a voice called out. I looked at my surroundings, but there was nothing but…white. I was dressed in a forest green dress and my hair was braided at the side. “Kira,” the voice called out again. “Mum?” That sounded like my mum. It has to be her. That voice is unforgettable. I ran forward, following the voice. It echoed my name over and over again, like a record. I kept running, until there was nowhere else to run. I hit a dead end when my foot got stomped by a stone. I fell to the ground and cursed out in pain, but I still heard her voice calling me. Suddenly the calling turned to high pitched screams. What was even more shocking were my hands were covered in red. Blood. It was my blood and there was a knife next to me, decorated in my own blood. My green dress was stained in my blood. Next, I felt pain at my left ribcage, then my right ribcage till my whole body felt like it was on fire. I tried t
KIRAThese bloodsuckers really know how to eat because I have never seen a breakfast quite like this.Breakfast is supposed to be butter toast and eggs, at least, that’s what my mum used to make. Nothing like this. The breakfast table spread across the hall, covering the expanse of the room. Five chairs, dripped in the finest gold, were positioned at different angles. In between them were foods and drinks of all varieties :toast, eggs, salmond, grapes, apples, wine, bagels, sausages, oranges, baguettes, hell there was even pizza.I could have sworn there was a mini water fountain on the table.I didn’t even get this much variety when breakfast was delivered in my room.“Woah,” I said in awe.“I guess you can say we like to feast,” Emily said with a wink. She pulled out a chair for me to sit just in time for the servants to come from the nearby kitchen, bringing in more food. Even before the takeover,